3.28.07...9:50pm
lima airport vip lounge....
somehow i managed to get a ticket into the vip lounge....and well,
I now feel a little out of place.
black suits, laptops at every turn, large flat screen tv, leather couches, chairs, crystal tables,
all propping up the egos of white men with money.
I walk up to the entrance, show my VIP Pass to the front desk, and enter.
this is a strange world we live in. I have entered the world of the VIP, Very Important Person.
It appears that a very important person in this lounge is one who has money....
I don't have money, but the only plane ticket available was in first class.
now I am a very important person. what the hell.
i grab my free coffee, mango juice, snacks and find a seat.
a few awkward looks from people. I am wearing white pants with black native shipibo designs,
handmade in San Francisco Peru....and a maroon t-shirt, and sandals.
the feeling in this lounge is a feeling one has at a funeral
a feeling of wasted life. a stale emptiness. lack of emotion...of feeling...of life.
what happened to the days when the very important person was the person with the most Wisdom.
I have always been curious to know what went on behind the private closed doors of the airport VIP lounge
...and now I know.
free food and drinks with fine luxurious ass kissing.
it would be nice to have a friend, or a real human here to sit with and talk....
i can not imagine having anything in common with the people in this place.
i sit here alone with my laptop computer, coffee, and analyze the passing moments.
-----I'm going to go see if there is internet available in this place......goodbye for now.
1 comments:
"this is a strange world we live in. I have entered the world of the VIP, Very Important Person.
It appears that a very important person in this lounge is one who has money....
I don't have money, but the only plane ticket available was in first class.
now I am a very important person. what the hell. "
funny world, isnt it :)
nice to read ur thoughts!
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